Mephistopheles sat at his massive ebony desk deep within the labyrinth that was hell. Page after page he signed parchment and folded them up. He then wrapped them in ribbon and poured hot wax where the edges met. He clenched his right fist before pressing the seal on his ring into the black wax leaving a calligraphic “M” in the drying form. With a sigh, he leaned back in the cracked leather chair, the squeaking of the gears echoing around the quiet room.

“Nazeer,” Mephistopheles called to the door towards the demon that stood guard outside his study.

The man entered, bowing before he approached the large desk that nearly swallowed the whole of the room. “Yes Phaedra?”

Mephistopheles stood up from his seat, pressing his hands against the pleats of his suit jacket before motioning for the man to approach. He scooped up the fresh letters and held them out towards Nazeer. “Deliver these to the head of each faction… Vampires, werewolves…. All of them.” He pointed his index finger towards the man. “Directly into their hands. I want them delivered and you back within the hour. Now go.”

Each message was delivered to the heads of the various factions as the order demanded and the message was simple and written in Latin much to the annoyance of some individuals and it said this.

Dear (Insert Name Here) It Is Time
Vegas 24 Hours come to the Caesars Palace you are allowed to bring a guard with you but weapons are to be kept outside simply go to the front desk and state you're name and species the palace is a safe haven for all Dark Species.